Having time off makes a body hyper critical and irritatingly fidgety. So far to day I have rearranged my files, refolded everything in the hot press and soon I"m going to tackle the wardrobes.
Do you have wardrobes filled with clothes you absolutely never wear? I do. Plus it seems to me I only wear one tenth of my clothes on a regular basis. I can often be found lurking about the dryer waiting for my favourite shirt to dry, completely ignoring the fact that there is a wardrobe upstairs positively groaning with shirts. I wear jeans and t-shirts and boots pretty much 365 days a year, adding a layer of fleece in winter, unless I am in sports wear or completely dolled up to the nines. So what's the point in having wardrobes fully of crap I never wear? No wonder I can never find anything.
To combat this I am going to pare it all back down. Shortly-armed with nothing more than an inquisitive Puddy and some black sacks- I am going to de-clutter my existence some what. I am going to recycle 70% of it. Out vile polos, begone strange high waisted trousers, do I really need eighteen black v-neck jumpers? No I do not. When was the last time I ever wore polyester? Oh that's right, the twelfth of bloody never, that's when. OUT!
I will be ruthless, no, 'mmm I might wear it..' No 'maybe ' piles. NO! NO! And thrice NO! Unless it's 'good wear' if I haven't worn it in six months chances are I'll never wear it. Out. OUT!
I will be free and my wardrobes empty. Then I can start all over again. First thing I won't be buying is a satin leotard. Or anything in polyester, I've got to pinky swear that one to myself.
And also a bright spotty shift dress with a red sash? What the hell was I thinking?